A lonely coyote yelps in the wind It won't stop yowling at what? When there's nothing there Just a little rushing of air Is this crazed animal out of its mind? Just a shadow across the moon Or some strange scent so maligned? Darkness creeps up on us all Sends shivers down our back Hear the raven's call late at night Hunger cries over freshly fallen snow.
The New England winter is harsh and long...many wild animals must make the most of the food they have collected, and find good shelter yet many preditors like the coyote survive on the weak and injured or starving....in many ways people are like coyotes..rich people prey on the poor....horrible thing to say...I know.
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